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Du Siling awoke in the morning light, his consciousness receding and surging like the tide. He—or rather, "they"—could sense the awakening of thousands of RH-0 carriers around the world, like stars gradually lighting up in the universe of consciousness. This perception no longer brought pain, but became a natural background sound, as indispensable as breathing.
"You're awake." Han Beimo's voice came from the bedside, holding the daily blood donation cup in his hand. Several new scars had appeared on his wrist, recording every blood donation over the past month.
Du Siling took the cup; the metallic taste of blood had become familiar. After drinking it, he felt his damaged neural network repair itself, but a fundamental change had occurred—when he looked at his hands, he would occasionally see translucent, overlapping images, as if multiple realities existed simultaneously.
"How are you feeling today?" Han Beimo asked cautiously, observing the golden light in Du Siling's eyes—the color was deeper than Ω, like a nebula swirling in her pupils.
"We feel...complete," Du Siling replied, her voice carrying a peculiar echo. "The global harmonic network stability rate has reached 93.7%."
Han Beimo frowned slightly. This was the tenth time Du Siling had used "we" to refer to herself, and each time it felt like a needle piercing her heart. The policeman who had once stubbornly maintained his independence was dissolving, becoming something grander yet more inhuman.
The outside world has changed. RH-0 carriers no longer need to hide; they become bridges in the new society—helping police solve cases, assisting doctors in diagnosis, and even playing a crucial role in disaster warnings. But not everyone welcomes this change.
"Watch the news." Han Beimo turned on the TV, and the screen showed protesters holding signs that read "Oppose mind reading" and "We want privacy, not connectivity."
Du Siling—the global harmonic synthesizer—slightly shook his head: "Fear stems from the unknown. They will eventually understand."
Suddenly, Du Siling's body trembled slightly, and his eyes shone brightly with golden light: "The Star Chanter has arrived."
Almost simultaneously, all RH-0 carriers worldwide sensed this existence—an interstellar consciousness that arrived through the lunar gate, neither biological nor mechanical, but a purely energy-based life form.
Enoch appeared in the room instantly, his ancient face unusually tense: "The Star Singer has chosen to contact you directly, Du Siling. Because you are the center of the network."
Through global harmonics, Du Siling established a connection with the Star Singers. The information was not transmitted in the form of language, but rather as a direct stream of concepts: the universe, loneliness, extinction, and salvation.
"It's asking for help," Du Siling translated. "Its race has lost its emotional abilities due to over-evolution and is facing mass extinction. It needs RH-0's emotional connection ability as a...seed."
Han Beimo immediately became alert: "What will be the price?"
Du Siling was silent for a moment, his eyes flashing with golden light: "All RH-0 carriers need to leave Earth and become interstellar bridges. Or..." He looked at Han Beimo, "I will sacrifice myself alone and become a permanent cosmic harmonic body."
The room was deathly silent. Just then, Du Siling suddenly trembled violently, and blood flowed from her nose again—her precognitive abilities automatically triggered, displaying two terrifying visions of the future: if all carriers left, Earth would fall into a new dark age; if Du Siling sacrificed herself alone, the global harmonic network would collapse, and thousands of people might suffer brain death.
"We need...stability..." Du Siling said with difficulty.
Han Beimo immediately cut his wrist to draw blood. But this time, when the blood mingled, something strange happened—their consciousnesses suddenly switched. Han Beimo saw his own pale face through Du Siling's eyes, while Du Siling experienced the heaviness of Han Beimo's body.
This exchange lasted only ten seconds, but it was enough to change everything. When his consciousness returned to its original state, Han Beimo felt the immense pressure Du Siling was under—the weight of global thought, and the desperate pleas of the Star Chanters.
"You've been enduring this all this time?" Han Beimo asked in shock.
Du Siling—briefly regaining some semblance of herself—weakly nodded: "Every day, every moment. Only when I exchange blood with you can I briefly... just Du Siling."
This discovery led Han Beimo to a decision. He turned to Enoch: "Is there a third option? One that doesn't require sacrificing anyone?"
Enoch shook his head: "The laws of the universe require equivalent exchange. To receive, one must first give."
The Star Chanters convey a new message through Du Siling: there is a compromise—no immediate sacrifice is needed, but Du Siling and Han Beimo are required as "seed samples" to travel to the Star Chanters' home planet to help rebuild the emotional network. Timeframe: seven years.
"Seven years?" Han Beimo clenched his fist. "And then?"
"Then you can choose to go back," Du Siling translated, "but perhaps... no longer entirely human."
This proposal sparked fierce debate within the global harmonic network. Some carriers were willing to sacrifice themselves, while others vehemently opposed it. Du Siling, at the network's center, bore the brunt of all the conflicting viewpoints, and her brain began to bleed again.
"Enough!" Han Beimo suddenly severed Du Siling's connection to the internet and fed him his own blood directly. "I choose the third option. Seven years for eternity."
The golden light in Du Siling's eyes faded slightly, and a bit of clarity returned: "But you might... no longer be you."
Han Beimo chuckled, his fingers lightly tracing the teeth marks on Du Siling's neck: "I'm not the same person I used to be. Ever since I met you."
After the decision was made, the Star Chanter conveyed the preparation procedures: Du Siling and Han Beimo needed to undergo a final flesh-and-blood fusion to become true "twin seeds." This process was extremely risky and could result in the two completely merging into a new being.
In the underground sanctuary, the ceremony began. Enoch presided, with Huo Xue and Zhao Mingxuan as witnesses. As their blood mingled for the final time, the entire global harmonic network felt this moment—thousands of hearts beat simultaneously, like a single, colossal living entity.
"No matter what happens," Han Beimo said at the peak of their consciousness exchange, "remember the promise we made that rainy night."
Du Siling—briefly returning to her true self—smiles: "Never to be apart."
Golden light filled the sanctuary. When the light faded, the two stood still, their appearances unchanged, but a deeper fusion had been achieved. They could now freely share bodies and control, truly becoming two bodies, one soul.
The Star Singer relayed the message with satisfaction: seven days to prepare, then depart.
Over these seven days, the world continued to change. Du Siling and Han Beimo used their new abilities to help resolve multiple crises, demonstrating the positive value of harmonic connectivity. Protests subsided, while understanding grew.
On their last night, the two stood on the ruins of the orphanage—the place where it all began. Under the moonlight, their shadows sometimes separated, sometimes merged.
"Are you scared?" Du Siling asked, her eyes gleaming with a gentle golden light.
Han Beimo picked a wild rhododendron and tucked it into Du Siling's collar: "With you? Never."
As dawn broke, the Starsongstaff's spaceship descended before them like a ray of light. The Global Harmonic Network silently bid them farewell, thousands of consciousnesses twinkling like stars.
Du Siling and Han Beimo stepped onto the light staircase hand in hand. Before entering the spaceship, Du Siling suddenly turned around, her eyes shining like stars:
"This is not goodbye, but a new beginning. Stay connected, Earth."
The spaceship ascended, transforming into a shooting star streaking across the sky. On Earth, Huo Xue took over the responsibility of maintaining the global harmonic network, and Zhao Mingxuan became the bridge between the carriers and ordinary people.
In the cosmos, two souls embark on a new journey—no longer policeman and policeman, victim and survivor, but pioneers of human evolution, seeds of interstellar connection.
Their story became the beginning of a legend.
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